The noise of the room was making her light headed but she tried not to pay attention to the rowdy students. There was nothing to do much nowadays, and it had been a while since Diarmuid had said anything about the incident that she thought he had decided to quite the stupid had figured that it was even better that they did not go sneaking about the school in the dead of night anyway. In fact, the male had not even mentioned what ha happened to him that day again; had not even gone through the staircase throughout the entirety of the week. It was currently break time and the certain male was standing by Gilgamesh—the rather rude young man—and they were not even talking; only standing still and watching as other students walked about the room. If one looked at them with curiosity, one would catch their boredom and slight annoyance.
"Ah, Arthur," a click of a tongue had cause the female to look up from her French book, "what are you doing, bookworm? Do you even have a single friend?" it was the blond male that stood with his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face, the boy behind him wore an apologetic expression.
"Studying; something you never do." She glared at him past her eyelashes as she refused to answer the second question and then turned her attention back to the book, "Since you are failing French."
"Pardon me?" he cocked his head to the right and gave her a questioning look as if he could not believe what she had just said to him.
She did not bother looking up from her book, "Vous n'êtes pas passer la classe de français parce que vous n'étudiez pas."
"Are you serious?" the male slammed a hand on the desk, quite irritated by her sass. "Arthur, I do not think you are so important. Now, you should keep your mouth shut and not offend a noble of my blood."
"Personally, you are not that great as you make yourself to be. You are not that frightening."
"I am better than you, mongrel." A sharp hiss between clenched teeth.
She scoffed, "As if. All you ever do is complain and bully other men. Calm down; you are not an oasis. No one cares if your family is the richest, or if your father owns the biggest company—they would not even care if your father owned the school. I advise you to leave me alone. Thank you."
"What?" he clearly looked offended, his red eyes set ablaze as if they were fire and his mouth placed in a grimace.
"Look here, mongrel, do not get things in your stupid little head." He then pointed to himself, "I run this school; and you better learn your place. If you do not, the Pendragon House will be no more; and I am not bluffing."
She gave a fake smile and waved, "Au revoir." She stood and then glanced over at Diarmuid, giving him a slight look of disappointment and disapproval because he had not done a single thing throughout the entire dispute
The dark-haired male furrowed his brows and then proceeded to follow her out of the room, which had Gilgamesh a little too irritated. "Where do you think you are going, Diarmuid?" he hissed.
"Teaching him a lesson."
A scoff from Gilgamesh's part and an eye roll before he went off to follow the short girl. "I apologise on behalf of his rudeness." He had been able to catch her and with a tug of the forearm, spin her around so that she would be able to face him. "He was a rather rude person back there, not that you did not fuel the hate."
She let out a grunt and blinked up at him, "I am not here to be scolded. Now, if you will excuse me."
He lifted a hand and scratched the back of his neck, she had noticed he had a habit of scratching his neck and running a hand through his hair when in anxiety, "Is everything alright? I heard you banging on the wall yesterday; truly frightened me."
She furrowed her brows and sighed. "Probably it was your other neighbour." She said as she turned back around.
"No, I am pretty sure it was from your room." He blinked at her.
"Then I must have hit the headboard."
"Oh, okay then." Diarmuid nodded lightly, "Oh," he began, "I was planning to do some research; I had wanted to ask you if you would care to join me?"
Shaking her head she had responded with a simple 'no', and then had proceeded to leaving. She had hurried off to the library, where she hoped she could find some peace and quiet; for her headache to leave her as soon as possible. It was stinging, at least that was what it had felt like—a sharp pang in her temples that it made her rather gloomy but would not bother her much now that she was away from the noise of the busy students.
Walking into her room late at night, she had decided to quickly discard her uniform and crawl onto the bed to fall soundly asleep for her muscles were aching and her head was still thumping softly. She had no trouble in falling into deep slumber within mere seconds, and she was glad that she was not staying up so late either; like she had on that day.
"Arturia." A voice whispered and she hummed in response, sleep still controlling her mind. "Arturia." It was a bit louder this time, making the girl turn in the queen-sized bed.
"Let me sleep a bit longer, Jeanne." She grumbled.
"Aturia, Arturia, Arturia."
"Goodness, Jeanne! Just wait a bit longer! The sun is not even up!"
"Arturia!" The voice echoed in the room so loudly that it made the girl sit up.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes trying to let her vision adjust to the darkness, "Alright, I am awake." She looked about the dark room a couple of times only to find no one.
